• I gave myself to him

    I gave myself to him,
    And took himself for pay.
    The solemn contract of a life
    Was ratified this way

    The value might disappoint,
    Myself a poorer prove
    Than this my purchaser suspect,
    The daily own of Love

    Depreciates the sight;
    But, 'til the merchant buy,
    Still fabled, in the isles of spice
    The subtle cargoes lie.

    At least, 'tis...

    Emily Dickinson

  • From "The Song of Myself"

    Myself
    i celebrate myself, and sing myself,
    And what I assume you shall assume,
    For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.
    I loaf and invite my soul,
    I lean and loaf at my ease observing a spear of summer grass.

    My tongue, every atom of my blood, formed from this soil, this air,
    Born here of parents born here from parents the...

    Walt Whitman

  • I’m not Myself at all

    Oh, I ’m not myself at all,
        Molly dear, Molly dear!
    I ’m not myself at all.
      Nothing caring, nothing knowing,
      ’T is after you I ’m going,
      Faith, your shadow ’t is I ’m growing,
        Molly dear, Molly dear!
    And I ’m not myself at all.
      Th’ other day I went confessin’,
      And I asked the father’s blessin’,
    “...

    Samuel Lover

  • To Myself

    From the German by Catherine Winkworth

    LET nothing make thee sad or fretful,
          Or too regretful;
                Be still;
    What God hath ordered must be right;
    Then find in it thine own delight,
                My will.

    Why shouldst thou fill to-day with sorrow
          About to-morrow,
                My heart?
    One watches...

    Paul Fleming

  • Myself

    From “The Song of Myself”
    I CELEBRATE myself, and sing myself,
    And what I assume you shall assume,
    For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.
    I loaf and invite my soul,
    I lean and loaf at my ease observing a spear of summer grass.

    My tongue, every atom of my blood, formed from this soil, this air,
    Born here of parents born...

    Walt Whitman

  • Conferring with myself

    Conferring with myself

    My stranger disappeared

    Though first upon a berry fat

    Miraculously fared

    How paltry looked my cares

    My practise how absurd

    Superfluous my whole career

    Beside this travelling Bird

  • Fame of Myself, to justify,

    Fame of Myself, to justify,

    All other Plaudit be

    Superfluous — An Incense

    Beyond Necessity —


    Fame of Myself to lack — Although

    My Name be else Supreme —

    This were an Honor honorless —

    A futile Diadem —

  • Have any like Myself

    Have any like Myself

    Investigating March,

    New Houses on the Hill descried —

    And possibly a Church —


    That were not, We are sure —

    As lately as the Snow —

    And are Today — if We exist —

    Though how may this be so?


    Have any like Myself

    Conjectured Who may be...

  • I gave myself to Him —

    I gave myself to Him —

    And took Himself, for Pay,

    The solemn contract of a Life

    Was ratified, this way —


    The Wealth might disappoint —

    Myself a poorer prove

    Than this great Purchaser suspect,

    The Daily Own — of Love


    Depreciate the Vision —

    But till the...

  • I hide myself within my flower,

    I hide myself within my flower,

    That fading from your Vase,

    You, unsuspecting, feel for me —

    Almost a loneliness.